Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
if he happens to live in a house that is co-habitated by a cat then that's okay.
I don't see the need to explain this one, cats are bitches. and no one wants to date a bitch.
or sushi (even though it's extremely tasty and highly addictive), especially if you can't use chopsticks.
pasta and sushi are not eaten in a sexual way and you will spend the majority of your date starring at the plate, awkwardly trying to consume your food, hoping you don't have sauce on your face and praying you don't choke on rice.
Tapas bars are the best choice, sharing and conversation friendly!
3. This should be a given, but don't date someone who smokes.
unless you smoke, in which case spread the lung cancer love (to each other, I don't want none of that shiz)
4. Movie theatre for a first date.
unless it's a marathon of your favourite director and he brought all your fav treats.
because that's just too cute to reject.
but movies=no talking and awkward avoidance of touching.
5. Buy pantyhose is a size you THINK you are
if at no other time, be honest with yourself on this one.
you're just going to feel fatter with that unforgiving waistband separating your midsection into "muffin" and "top"
6. Leave birth control to chance
no glove? no love
unless you're trying to have a baby, in that case do the opposite.
Friday, April 9, 2010
Lately it seems like I've been discussing addictions a lot.
I interviewed a girl yesterday for the school paper who won a thousand dollars for having quit smoking.
Where's the thousand dollars for people who stop over eating?
Addiction is a tough thing to fight, and it's a personal fight.
You're alone with your addiction in your own mind.
It's not just a test of physical strength, you have to be so set in your will to conquer it to be able to stop.
Then once you do, your addiction takes it's toll on your body.
Having never been addicted to a drug or substance I'm not sure how easy or difficult it is to find help.
It would seem that if you're an addict to a drug or substance that you would be surrounded by people who are also addicted.
How do you get support to quit from other addicts?
I know my brother has had a tough time quitting smoking, and while he has support on the home front, he also has his posse of cigarette encrusted friends.
So when you're addicted, you might be able to walk away from the drug, but can you walk away from your friends?
Thursday, April 8, 2010
I love it, I really do. I've always had a yearning for knowledge, though I didn't really enjoy the conventional methods of learning.
I always thought I knew what I wanted to do.
From grade 6 to grade 12 I was going into fashion.
Everyone knew me as the girl who drew clothes.
But never the fashionista. I've always preferred hoodies and jeans to anything risque.
I'm sure a shrink would love to dissect that as an attempt to blend in and not be noticed, but we can dive into the self-esteem issues later.
But when it came time to apply to Ryerson (my dream) I froze.
I didn't have a portfolio.
I didn't even know how to sew.
One sewing course, an ugly pair of pajama pants and an unfinished skirt later and I knew my way around a pattern at least.
It was enough to make me realize that perhaps it was time to find a different dream.
So there I was.
About to graduate and no career choice.
Because that's what it's all about right?!
Our whole existence here in North America is to go to school so you can get a job, which you will work at 5 days a week until you retire on a measly pension to survive on until you die.
So babies about to graduate into that wild and wonderful world of adulthood,
what will you choose?
Thursday, March 25, 2010
That’s all it took for me to decide to go to another country.
I’m a procrastinator so all it took for me to pack was just shy of 24 hours.
In a few short hours a country had lost everything.
Getting off the airplane, breathing in the wet, heavy air and following the shuffling, nervously excited crowd through the open-air airport, none of the images I had seen streaming on TVs came to mind.The press conference held by the Govenor General of Canada that I listened to and cried to wasn’t registering.
A few short hours away from where I planned to be vacationing and frolicking on a beach was a country full of desperation and despair.
A few short hours away from the airport sat the border between Dominican Republic and Haiti.
How could one side of an island be flattened, while the other still stood?
Throughout the week there were often times when the reality of where we were would hit us.
Strangely enough it would come at the same time.
A group of young adults, our lives still full of potential and advantages we largely aren’t aware of.
Laughing about what had happened the night before while replenishing our hydration levels with the free beverages supplied to us.
Then there would be a lull in conversation.
No one ever had a response beyond a nod or a murmur of some kind.
It was more someone using their voice for all our thoughts.
Our resort sat right in the small town of Sosua and it was easy to wander the streets and experience real Dominican life.
In the streets shop owners, women offering hair braiding, manicures and pedicures would call to us.
Sometimes we would stop and talk to them and we heard some of their stories.
Many of them were Haitian.
We were broke.
Our trip was funded by my mother.
We knew when we got home we would have to face bills that we had no income to pay for.
But we still had a home to return to.
Monday, February 8, 2010
there are two main places i've noticed where it seems customary for people to avoid talking.